Page 150 of One Last Chance

Huh.

She turned to Eve. “I think we need to take a look at the bouncer. He seemed weirdly uninterested in the case, even when I asked him to alert me to any suspicious behavior. Seems like a guy paid to protect the people inside might be interested in tracking down a killer.”

Eve had put her hands over Ashley’s ears.Oops. But she nodded. “I’ll pass that along.”

Flynn headed out to the driveway and got into her Subaru, turned on the radio as she drove into the city.

Oaken Fox’s newest single came over the airwaves.

“In the darkest hour, I found the strength to pray.

God’s love embraced me, showed me a brand-new way.

Through the storms and struggles, I learned to stand.

With God’s grace, I’ll face life’s shifting sand.”

Clearly, hanging around the Air One team had affected him too. She turned it off.

Still, Barry’s words hung on in the silence.“When God is in control, even death and decay can turn into good.”

She pulled into her underground garage and got out, headed up to her apartment. Inside, a quietness filled the loft space, just the hum of her refrigerator and air-conditioning stirring. Outside her picture window, the one that overlooked the river, people rode bicycles along the river path.

It wouldn’t be long before all this turned to snow and ice.

She walked into the bedroom office, turned on the light, and stared at the wall with the web of yarn and pictures and reports, a timeline, scribbled scenarios, and a picture of her and Kennedy in the middle.

Her hand went to the two hearts, still around her neck.“That half heart doesn’t belong to me anymore.”

She dropped her hand. Took a step toward the board, her gaze on the timeline.

Jennifer’s and Aven’s murders occurred the same summer, weeks apart.

Then . . . nothing for five years.

She needed Axel’s police statement, his exact conversation with Dillon.

And maybe Parker’s also.

Opening her laptop, she googled the Copper Mountain sheriff’s office. And while she was at it, she opened her Gmail.

A note from Deke, forwarded from the Copper Mountain resort, with an attachment. It had fallen off her radar after Dillon’s death—Deke had had to procure a warrant for the information.

She clicked on it, read the greeting from the manager to Deke, then opened the guest list for the dates in question.

Couples, a number of family units. A college group from the lower forty-eight, and a stay by a local group called the Pathfinders, their address in Willow.

Nothing that listed the Bowie family or any of their members.

Her gut tightened as she dialed. It didn’t mean that Dillon hadn’t been in the area.

“Copper Mountain sheriff’s office, Shasta speaking.”

“Hey, Shasta, it’s Flynn. I was hoping to talk to Deke. Is he around?”

“No, he’s out of the office today. It’s Summitfest weekend, so he’s busy with crowd control.”

“Summitfest?”

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